by Ken Sehested
We three kings of Orient are bearing gifts we traverse afar
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star
Refrain:
O star of wonder, star of light, star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.
Royal-born on Bethlehem’s plain, gold I bring to crown him again
Rule forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign. Refrain
Frankincense to offer have I; incense rising, prayers on high
Joyful praising, voices raising, worshiping God come nigh. Refrain
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume breathes a life of gathering gloom
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, sealed in the stone-cold tomb. Refrain
Glorious now behold him arise; from death’s grip and sacrifice
Alleluia, Alleluia, sounds through the earth and skies. Refrain